Page 73 of Sensing Selma
To my surprise, her dress was simple and classic. Only a few crystals adorned the bustline and a fine, fine lace trimmed the edge of the modest train.
In many ways it was similar to mine. I had just a touch of crystals at the neckline, and a shorter train. While hers was sleeveless, mine had delicate cap sleeves.
“I can’t believe it,” she said. “Oh, won’t we be so beautiful.”
“I have to agree.”
“Oh, Susan,” she cried out as she grabbed my hands. “Let’s go show Mum.”
“Okay,” I said with a nod.
We headed out and reached Mother’s door. Even before knocking we could hear odd sounds coming from her room.
“Mother?”I said.
“Hang on!”she shouted. More odd sounds.
I knocked. “Mother, what’s going on?”
The door opened and Gordon stood there looking at us.
“Wow,” he said as he looked us up and down, his eyes wide with surprise.
“Where’s my mother?”Holly quickly shot at him.
He smiled, nodded and headed out. “I’ll leave you to her.”
Holly shot daggers at him with her eyes, such was her anger, then turned to boldly enter Mother’s room.
“Mum, what is going on here?”she said, so quick to take on the role of the scolding parent.
“Oh, look at you two. You girls look so beautiful. Your respective grooms will fall in love with you all over again.”
“Stop changing the subject,” Holly scolded. “I want to know what’s going on between you and that man. Susan told me she’s seen him here before. Are you planning to replace Father? Are you looking to make this double wedding a triple?”
“Oh, heavens no, Holly.”
“The wedding is in three days, Mother,” I said, hoping to put an end to Holly’s line of questions. “Have you decided what you’ll be wearing?”
“I pulled my long lavender silk skirt out of the closet. It’s still very elegant and chic. Timeless, really. I thought I would pair it with my white silk blouse. Do you think that will do for the mother of the brides?”
“You’ll look lovely, Mother,” Holly said.
“I was wondering, have you girls considered who’ll be walking you down the aisle?”
Holly and I looked at one another then shrugged.
“No,” I said looking once again at my mother. “I hadn’t really thought of that.”
“Maybe we could ask Jai,” Holly suggested.
“Isn’t he supposed to be Major Cooper’s best man?”
She nodded. “Right.”
“Maybe we could ask Keely’s husband, Hugh,” I said.
“I have a better idea,” Mother said. “Maybe it’s a little unusual, but....”
